Juan - Right Back lyrics

"To attack without knowing the enemy's strength is foolish And after being warned, to still attack, is stupid People who are that stupid just don't deserve to live But strangely though, one does find, people who are that stupid." [Hook: Royce] Pop that trunk, get the K n***a Get to sprayin n***a, get the pump n***a Come - RIGHT BACK; dump on a n***a Give him what he want if he want we'll hunt for 'em all He'll be - RIGHT BACK; it's got to be like that Expect n***as not to respect you, k** him And get it - RIGHT BACK [Royce Da 5'9"] For those that don't know me Allow me to reintroduce myself My name is {*chk-chk, BOOM*} 5-9 n***a bottom line is Bye-bye if you out of line wit him Itemize y'all d**hs in, chronological order Those either gon' support him or idolize All you could do is try to dodge me While you plottin my demise while I'm tryna rise now we got a problem Cause if I'm surrounded, I'm known To pull out the pound and shoot, get on the phone And still come - RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes It's all true, just armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this Good Lord, can you hear him callin? They just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we k** 'em all If it costs too much, we hun-ga-ry It means if you floss too much your gums'll bleed That's why I don't talk with chumps, I was taught to thump My way to 21 'til I was taught to come - RIGHT BACK [Hook] [Juan] For those who don't know Allow me to reintroduce myself My name is {*chk-chk, BOOM*} Juan Corleone Die real soft, fire in a while then he blow While you n***as act raw with your dawgs 'til revolvers gettin drawn, splash markin the walls I don't know but I'm givin it to 'em Hittin 'em brutally with them Uzis man really amusin How n***as duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under sh** Bullets bustin, bruisin they body, barely bouncin sh** Like, why you lookin at me smirkin n***a? I got a short man complex, murk a n***a Bigger than me, taller than me, my squad in the league I ride slow ballin for sheez, all of you plead Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and your guys Two of them nines, better shoot them now 'less you wanna die I'm stupid high, Lord super sized blessin the dome Huggin some long John Wayne sh**, f** is you on? We comin.. [Interlude: Royce - having a conversation] (Man hell naw, that's Royce) Right, what's up wit it? (Whattup n***a, where you been?) I been callin you Somethin must be wrong with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah) Ohh okay, what's up, you got that for me? (Naw, yeah, naw) Naw? Alright well, I'mma get up outta here Cause I see you havin fun with your people (Nah shut up man) Your man he's a funny guy and all that (Yo hold up) I'mma see you later (Hold up Royce, hold on) [Kid Vishis] For those that don't know me Allow me to reintroduce myself My name is {*chk-chk, BOOM*} yeah, Kid Vishis That sick sh**, listen, I hit henchmen From shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets flyin And n***as that was hatin us dyin Roll with them Chaldeans that get mad if you call them an A-rab You might get stabbed for your antics Stay rude shooters with Rugers, put the block-a Out the windows guns co*ked screamin out "Erub Khaba!" All races are frown faces with heated ways (yeah!) With somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like ba** Trust me, no mics, this sh** gon' get ugly Before the boys cuff me, "take that" like Puffy You've been hexed, squeeze this Tec Shots hittin jugular veins, give 'em taco necks I rep my set, Rock City, what you bet? M.I.C. regardless, you garbage n***as, we comin [Hook]